Fred Aiken Writing

Tag: Poetry

SUNNY DISPOSITION

dripping coal on the floor
as the sun drifts off into the distance
hoping to never be seen again
but probably wrong about its existence to begin with

HUNT//FANTASY

scavenging through a hunt of boars and pixes
flying through the dream catcher with disturbed thoughts
and fantasies picturing everything naked and dumb
and raw

GREAT BIG OLE SECRET

branes sprouting out of limbs
caught in a fire set by
adolescent dreams holding secrets
of great affections that are directed at no one
in particular